Galactus Ryan, perhaps?
It was sort of astonishing how Donaldson could write the same books so many times. I only made it through the first two chronicles, but I got the impression that in the third chronicles, things had gone to shit in the Land * once again *. C’mon, folks. Take care of your stuff. That’s why we can’t have nice things.
I knew it was part one of two, but when I got to the end of Proxima, Stephen Baxter’s big new sf novel, or rather, when I got to within 300 words of the end, our heroes travel to a strange planet and are greeted by an airship manned by Romans!! WTF! No hints whatsoever anything lke this might happen; I’ll have to at least read the start of volume two to see the explanation but I doubt I’ll bother reading the whole book…
Louis-Ferdinand’s Death on the Installment Plan. But then, I said that on every page.
Arturo Perez-Reverte has trouble finishing his books. Club Dumas was OK I guess, but both The Flanders Panel and The Seville Communion ended so implausibly and abruptly that I cancelled my library waiting list for his other ones.
It’s saying something when you believe that a character from one book was a fallen angel more than you believe the abilities and motivations of normal people in his other books with no supernatural elements in them.
Frank Herbert’s series capstone Chapterhouse: Dune
The supreme rulers/ascendants/mystery/manipulators/endpoints of the Golden Path are…Archie and Edith Bunker.
“Boy the way The Baron played
Schemes that made the Guilds afraid
On the backs of sandworms Fremen played
Those were the days…”